VELORCA TSEZAR LUDIMYR
Wait
Can I join you?
Velorca paused his elegant step, turning his head ever so slightly so that he could see who had called to him. Voltaire. The man was quieter than most Solterran's - a healer. Something the Solterran's were often in dire need of, and therefore a commodity to the realm, though often they were not treated as such. A cool sigh left Lorca's velvet lips as the other man hurried to catch up, his silver rimmed eyes narrowing slightly at the hold-up. It wasn't that he was particularly in a hurry - Lorca just liked to find things to complain about.
"Voltaire,"
He began, serpentine voice smooth and rich. He wondered, briefly, whether Voltaire knew of him - knew what he did in the Court. Voltaire was one of the rarer souls in their region, a kind one, one that had enough sense not to get involved with the fighting. Healers were one of Velorca's favourite groups in the Court, though he hadn't let the sentiment be known to anyone. They rarely asked questions and, so far as he knew, they did not judge him for his nightly visits.
"No wounds to stitch up?"
He asked casually, resuming his stride with effortless grace. His hair danced in the breeze as they walked, his skin hot and shining underneath Solterra's fierce sun. He lifted his gaze, noting with pleasure that Voltaire, despite his standing as a healer, stood a few feet higher than him. Healer indeed. Voltaire was a handsome man, although it was obvious to Velorca something heavy lay upon his broad shoulders - a weight he was destined to carry, just as Lorca carried his. It made him a little more open, though not by much. He faced forward again, plump lips parting to murmur, almost to himself (though Lorca rarely said anything he did not want others to hear),
"I'm sure you'll be busy soon.."
@Voltaire !! yeeee Vol is so handsome and noble!!
